Hello again, everyone! So, the last time I posted one of these updates was shortly after Thanksgiving, and I had just finished discussing Ch.8(Tension) and Ch.9(Fear) and was ready and excited to talk about the next two, Ch.10(Home) and Ch.11(Closure). But then at some point or another, I blinked and suddenly it was Christmas, and I had only finished discussing one of the Griffonstone chapters.

Firstly, Merry Christmas, everyone! Hope you’re all enjoying the holiday!

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Duality. Such is the way of perception. We perceive the world according to our own perspective, tailored by thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Our way of viewing is our own alone, and with others we craft shared viewing. Two people seeing an art piece experience two different sensation. Yet, as soon as they discuss and share, they can form a common ground. Which is then, the correct way to view the world? Or do we see in numerous ways, and become selective in the ones which we follow?

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Hey, everyone!

Since it was the season, I wrote a small Hearth's Warming fic that is a continuation of A Midnight Stroll (Celestia x human sweet romance). I think it's pretty heartwarming, and I enjoyed writing it, so if you're interested, check it out and leave some feedback!

Merry (late) Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!

P.S.: I am still working on my novel, so my writing activity on here is still going to be low

Will I spiral into nothingness, were I to find the depths of the mind? Beyond the drain of thought and sanity, a veil immeasurable and insignificant. There are those who claim to have seen before it, some for a cause, some without. But how much does one have to believe, to claim the unknowable for no purpose other than an unachievable self satisfaction?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Fun little Pinkie Story to come today~.
Be on the lookout in your gardens.

When the darkest nights are coming, when the sun breathes a sigh of relief,
how the spirits are ever longing, though their visit might be brief.
Masks are brought and placed upon, ripped from many mannequin,
they take the streets to roam thereon, the mask unveiling what's therein.
all year they play a masquerade, until late in fall they're free,

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When we let our mind wander, is it taking its own journey?
Considering how it steers us down the path of the conscious, is it then free when we allow it to saunter as it pleases? Or is the lack of connection and influence eon the rest of our body in fact depriving our mind of its impact in our lives? Is it locked in a cage of its own design?
If so, it is quite a relaxing experience, to be caged in yourself.

Happy Clean Friday~.

Whether it comes by bird, post, smoke, sound, or light, all communication is tainted by people. Both directions, in every exchange, recipient and orator engaging in a melding of perspectives, a filter unique to not only each individual, but each exchange. Time and effort is required to clarify ideas between the parties. That is to say, if each party does not intend to influence the other...

Happy Filthy Friday~.

EI See A Cold Wind

• MLP: FiM
• Comedy
• Slice of Life

Celestia always wanted to be on the stage! To have the lights on her, and hear the applause. But it wasn't her calling... But it was someone else's.

• Celestia
• Luna

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We have a new story today, one of Princess Celestia Indulging in a Taboo feast, and later paying the price.

Choice is a powerful concept, it implies a certainty of power, in what lies behind the right choice. If I am offered choice, and I choose to do nothing, it is powerful. It lets me have a kind of peace, it puts me in a spot where I have something I can do, I am wanted, and I choose to do nothing. Resting, while you are wanted, it a delicacy.

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Remember when obscure Spike shippings that were met with middling reviews and a lot of confused interest popped out of this account like every few months?

Remember Spike stories that felt like they could have an entire pop-punk album written based on them?

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I have a lot of little things, it is how i keep myself occupied:
Wherever my eye lands there is a place of intrigue, of comfort, of stimulation,
and it gives me no hope to rest.
I have a lot of little things, It is how I keep my memory intact:
Each object imbued with energy, past experiences and emotions that remain through time,
and it lets my mind wander forever.
I have a lot of little things, it is how I judge my value:

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Hello my dear readers. I present to you a short little sad tale about a Fluttershy who has not had the best life... and whose life is stuck on repeat. This is an entry for the Polyship contest, which I'm glad I was able to submit for before it was too late!

Phoenix update later today, folks! See you then.

The chase makes the prize all the sweeter, but perhaps even the chase itself is what some people seek, the thrill and joy of locomotion and action. This locomotion, is all that keeps the path going, in the end. Some chose to embrace it.
Some Choo choo choose it.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Prisms reflect the skies ahead, marking shards of possibility through the the darkness. The streak through the canvas of creation, falling towards the abyss. In its moment of fall, the dreams turn tangible, moments before impact, closest to the hands wishing to hold them close, the desire to believe. A transient visit from the ethereal, and even among those who try, few grasp these shards, and those that do might hold so hard it rends their hands.

Happy Filthy Friday~

Worry melts away with time, when we realise there is no one who knows the ins and outs of everything. The most comfortable plunge off of a cliff, is the one of accepting the world bigger than any person can fathom. Made comforting, by the fact, that you join everyone in the fall.

Happy Filthy Friday~

There are too many ethereal wasps drilling through my head to process what you just said? Could you take it from the top? You said something about a warning not adhered to? I am uncertain what the bull squid would have to say about that.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

To split a worm I have done it a disservice. Though some consider it a boon. A worm should function still, with all its necessities nested along the body. So, who is to say that cleaving it caused the worm any misfortune?
Shared joy is joy doubled. Shared sorrow is sorrow halved.
Yet the worm, is no more.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Wash your hands for 30 seconds.

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Reclined, relaxed, with the world floating by outside the window, the safety of dullness, of oblivious meandering through thoughtscapes and mirage. Lacking in excitement, though one is cursed to live in interesting time.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hey, guys!

So, I couldn't stand it any longer. I debated doing this awhile ago (almost a year, if you're curious), but refrained under the ideal that an avatar is, in the internet world, who you are. And I've been Ninjaloo for nearly four years here on Fimfic.

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